Mahmoud Darwish

(13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

Mahmoud Darwish Poems

1. Other Berbers Will Come 4/16/2014
2. Psalm Four 4/15/2014
3. I Remember Elsayyab… 4/15/2014
4. Cadence Chooses Me 4/15/2014
5. I Will Slog Over This Road 4/15/2014
6. Brand Of Slaves 9/7/2013
7. In Egypt, One Hour Isn'T Like Any Other 4/15/2014
8. The Horse Fell Off The Poem 9/3/2013
9. I Have A Seat In The Abandoned Theater 9/3/2013
10. Mohammed Al Durra 4/15/2014
11. Pride And Fury 4/16/2014
12. Intensive Care Unit 4/16/2014
13. And They Don'T Ask… 4/15/2014
14. On A Day Like This 4/14/2014
15. If I Were Someone Else On The Road... 4/15/2014
16. Now, As You Awaken… 4/15/2014
17. No Flag Flutters In The Wind 4/14/2014
18. Slain And Unknown… 4/15/2014
19. A Noun Sentence 4/14/2014
20. I Have The Wisdom Of One Condemned… 9/4/2013
21. If I Were Another 9/3/2013
22. He Embraces His Murderer 4/16/2014
23. They Would Love To See Me Dead 4/16/2014
24. As He Walks Away 4/16/2014
25. Psalm Two 4/15/2014
26. The Promise Of Liberty 4/16/2014
27. Mural 9/3/2013
28. The Cypress Broke 9/3/2013
29. Your Night Is Of Lilac 9/3/2013
30. Psalm One 4/15/2014
31. Nostalgia To The Light 10/28/2013
32. On A Canaaite Rock At The Dead Sea 4/16/2014
33. Neighing At The Slope 4/15/2014
34. Bread 4/16/2014
35. Who Am I, Without Exile? 9/3/2013
36. Earth Presses Against Us 4/15/2014
37. Remainder Of A Life 4/16/2014
38. A Song And The Sultan 4/15/2014
39. A Man And A Fawn Play Together In A Garden… 4/15/2014
40. The Owl's Night 4/15/2014
Best Poem of Mahmoud Darwish

I Come From There

I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls,
I have my own view,
And an extra blade of grass.
Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,
And the bounty of birds,
And the immortal olive tree.
I walked this land before the swords
Turned its living body into a laden table.
I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother
When the sky weeps for her mother.
And I weep ...

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The Dice Player

Who am I to say to you
what I say to you?
I was not a stone polished by water
and became a face
nor was I a cane punctured by the wind
and became a flute...

I am a dice player,
Sometimes I win and sometimes I lose

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